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Have you ever heard of Eleanor Westbrook?
A traditional pureblood family. Nothing more, nothing less. Except they were admired by all, in the muggle world and the wizarding world. The Westbrook's were on a ped...
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It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
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Song Credit- ABBA {Dancing Queen}
AT AROUND EIGHT in the morning, the sun had risen and the boys were heading back to their dorm. Tonight he had gained no injuries which were surprising to them all but they were thankful nonetheless. Like on every full moon, Eleanor was waiting on the common room sofa and this time she was accompanied by Delilah - who was on the verge of sleep. El was in the middle of writing a note back to her friend Emma when the four entered the common room, each as tired as the next. Then she smiled brightly when she had seen that Remus was untouched.
"Morning." She said, being careful not to disturb Delilah as she had fallen into a deep slumber. They all stopped in their tracks and two out of three looked startled by her presents. Sirius just smiled, mumbling a greeting before he continued.
"Oh- El. W-What are you-" James fumbled over his words, confused as to why she was there.
"I stay up every moon. Didn't anyone say?" She said as a frown formed on her face. The boys shook their head as Remus began to stir. "Come on, before someone hears us." El signalled towards the staircase and with a nod, they followed after her.
The four of them entered the dorm and she helped them lower Remus onto his bed. Sitting on the edge of his bed, she raised her hand to his forehead. Thankfully, his temperature was moderate in his condition. The sweats had calmed down and his breathing was no longer rigged. Grabbing the glass on his bedside table, she poured some of the salutemexhausit into the bottom before she whispered 'aguamenti' and filled the glass.
When she turned her head, James and Peter were gaping at her as if she had done the impossible. They sat down on the bed opposite her and she raised a brow at them.
"So what exactly do you know?" Peter asked cautiously, looking as if he might disappear if she looked at him the wrong way. There was a weird atmosphere that stuffed the room, they didn't trust her. Not fully.
"That your animagus? I know that. Though, I guess that it's illegally since you look three words away from a heart attack." El answered, an amused smile forming on her face as James gulped.
"That's not funny! You could get us locked up if you say anything." James called out and the blonde couldn't help but laugh at his little outburst.
